Chapter 237 - 192: The World Line’s Life Goal

At 8:00 PM, after having a late-night snack with Lin Xia and Zhao Shao, Chu Bamboo returned to his private dorm at Z Company.

Previously, Chu Bamboo had expressed his desire to live at the company long-term, and Zhao Shao had unhesitatingly assigned this private dorm to him. He even promised that when the company moved to a new location in the future, he would build an extremely luxurious on-site residence for Chu Bamboo.

After a moment of thought, Chu Bamboo took out a notebook. Then, using a mix of dream and real-world language, he wrote down a passage.

"Primary objective for this life: Survive, using your utmost effort. This time, you don’t need to clash head-on with the Golden Dawn. The goal is to live for as long as you can, witness as many major events as possible, and, if you can, uncover the secrets of the 22nd century."

"Furthermore, in this timeline, if you have no other choice... you can choose to side with the country! In the future, if I end up in a ruin-line, as long as you’ve provided enough useful information, I won’t blame you! After all, we are the same person."

’I’m from the post-2000s generation,’ Chu Bamboo considered. ’Plus, even if I’m not in the First Realm in reality, my body is at the peak of human conditioning thanks to that feedback effect. So, barring any accidents... living past a hundred shouldn’t be a problem, right?’

He hesitated for a moment, then added another line: "If the pressure is too much, I have no objection to you falling in love, or even falling in love a few times. Of course, if you want to be a playboy like Lin Xia, emmm, I can accept that too!"

As he wrote, Chu Bamboo couldn’t help but sigh. ’What kind of world is this? I actually have to give myself a pep talk!’ But he had to do it... His other self, who no longer had the ability to travel through dreams, was clearly under a completely different level of psychological pressure than he was! And as time went on, this would only become more and more obvious.

"And then, it’s information! Information! Information! Oh, right, if possible, try to leave me some contingencies that will last until the new century! Also, if you live long enough, see if you can observe whether humanity has any plans to travel to the future besides Nuwa... Pay close attention to that Celestial Court, and figure out what the deal is with it!"

After finishing, Chu Bamboo read it over and over, mulling it over in his mind. Once he was sure it was right, he washed up and went to bed.

...

He opened his eyes again.

An unfamiliar ceiling.

Chu Bamboo warily scanned his surroundings. ’Hmm, it’s still the Moisture Teaching’s guest room. The layout isn’t much different from yesterday?’

"...Better than I expected!" Chu Bamboo clicked his tongue. He had thought that after what he’d written, this timeline would most likely go straight to a ruin-line. But at the same time, a sense of worry and unease quickly crept into his heart. ’Don’t tell me there was another accident, right?’

’For example, if my other self died too early, that could also prevent the worldline from changing drastically...’ At this thought, he wished he could fly to Nuwa Base immediately!

’Calm down, calm down. Nuwa Base isn’t going anywhere! First, I have to take care of the things that need to be done... The more I rush, the messier things will probably get.’

Rushing out, Chu Bamboo went directly to the room next door. "Wall Announcements, Wall Announcements, you’re not asleep yet, are you?"

’If a young person doesn’t stay up all night, can they even be called a young person?’

"Zhang Hai, Zhang Hai! You should be awake by now, right?!"

A moment later.

Wall Announcements, his eyes bloodshot, stared resentfully at Chu Bamboo. Zhang Hai was yawning, looking extremely sleepy.

"...Actually, I find this a bit strange. Zhang Hai, with your power as a Third Realm Cultivator! It shouldn’t be a problem for you to go without sleep, right?" Chu Bamboo asked, sizing them up strangely.

"Theoretically, it’s not a problem!" Zhang Hai started and stopped, hesitating for a good while before saying bluntly, "Why don’t you just join our God Worship Sect and get some proper training! I feel like a lot of your questions are just common sense... For example, this sleep thing. Yes, we can go without it! But doing so affects our mentality."

"...That’s not necessary, is it?" Wall Announcements instantly became vigilant. He already knew his Grandmaster’s attitude toward Ah Zhu. If Chu Bamboo was tricked into joining the God Worship Sect under his nose, his Grandmaster would probably string him up and give him a beating when he found out. "If Ah Zhu wants to know, he can just join the Captain’s Office training class! The effect should be the same."

Zhang Hai acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, looking at Chu Bamboo with a calm expression. "You have to understand, we need to maintain a normal human life, including sleep and food! Only by doing this can we prevent the corruption from shaking our minds! The level of corruption isn’t the only cause of losing control and going mad. It also depends on how well you maintain your own humanity. An optimist will always be able to endure more than a pessimist!"

Hearing this, Chu Bamboo understood.

...

「Inside the Artifact Forging Room.」

Mo Wen’s eyes darted around, his face etched with embarrassment. "I’m working on it, I’m working on it, don’t rush me! Within three days, I can definitely..."

"So, you’re planning to start forging at dawn the day after tomorrow? A real deadline warrior, are you?" Chu Bamboo said, his face expressionless.

"...Deadline warrior! That..." Although it was the first time he’d heard the term, Mo Wen still figured out what it meant. "That’s a bit harsh!"

"Tomorrow morning! If it’s not done, you can take a Hammer and go ask the Hai Family for the money yourself." Chu Bamboo sneered and turned to leave.

"No! I was wrong, I was wrong! I’ll get to work right now." Mo Wen’s voice went shrill. He swore an oath and scrambled in front of the furnace without hesitation. His expression turned grim, and he suddenly clapped his hands together. In that instant, flames erupted within the furnace.

Only then did Chu Bamboo stop, crossing his arms and glancing sideways at Mo Wen. ’For people like this, you have to crack the whip hard.’

Mo Wen’s voice was hoarse. "Someone! Bring the materials."

A child dressed in black, who looked to be only twelve or thirteen, trotted over to one side, opened a large door, and dragged the tightly bound ’main ingredient’ to Mo Wen’s feet. Then he ducked back through the doorway and carried out a large pile of supplementary materials.

Mo Wen’s speed was frighteningly fast. Without even looking, he tossed a large amount of the supplementary materials into the furnace. The flames instantly turned azure and released a terrifying heat.

"Mr. Chu, so, what kind of weapon are you looking for? Clothes, a saber, a sword, or something else?" Mo Wen asked, his attention divided.

"I need an... Artifact that can, in the event of a surprise attack, protect my life as much as possible, delay the enemy’s attacks, and allow me to gather more intelligence on them," Chu Bamboo said with a serious expression.

What he feared most was being knocked unconscious and imprisoned one day, only to wake up and realize he’d been trapped for several days... Although he could escape using a ruin-line jump, he was worried that during the days he was unconscious, something irreversible might have happened outside.

Ultimately, because of the importance of information, the main timeline he was focused on was, in the end, his current one!